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Would I die for Love?.... I have. Many Times. ~~~the Tropical Gypsy~~~

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The wine did spill upon our blanket and We, slightly tilted, did laugh at ourselves for being so unabashed. No worries. And it was then, I feeling more Gypsy than usual, did stand only to fall upon the ground. And We laughed again! I rose again accomplishing the feat whilst touching the fingertips of my Love’s soft hand. “Dear Lady”, said I, and finding my words somewhat loose and languid, did try all the more to speak in a manner more custom to a Gypsy. “Dear Lady, I reckon too much wine We’ve had here today, But I wish it to empress upon You my “words of Love and Motive.” She did look upon my eyes with question and a slight twisted smile, no doubt the wine. Perhaps a smile to entice, for She is so beautiful! And again did I speak in my manner so serious, She almost giggled! “Ahem” said I, “I look at the Woman afore mine Eyes, Her smile, Her laugh, Her kisses do bring my Soul meaning!” “Lady, tis not reason We are here, yet methinks tis Fate which has wrought.” “And so it is that I shall give You my words which You can endear, or cast aside, but remember this...I speak from My Heart.” “Doing so, Dear Lady, I stand afore Thee naked, alone and subject.” She did slightly giggle and Her smile grabbed My Heart e’ermore! .... “I’ve Liv’d n Lov’d many a Lifetime. Been the Minion to Chance and Circumstance affording Me the moment to be Prince n Pauper.” “I’ve crossed Oceans fer Love n made Promises which were dashed! An’ there’s some things I’d rather not done and much more to do! I’ve seen the World in Mine own “Wee One’s” eyes n held Me Mother’s hand as She slipped quietly away from this life.” “I’ve ne’er tried to tell a Lie n I’ll die a’lookin’ fer the Truth. I’m perfectly Imperfect n step high in Me gait! An’ Me shoulders ‘ave hunkered whilst Love said goodbye.” “Yet all this is Me an’ some disagree wi’ Me attitude t’ward livin’ n dyin’. Tis that, no more! Must be the “Gypsy” inside.’ “Howe’er, Dear Lady, I can only say this.” “Were not fer this Moment, were not fer this Chance, do I reach out to You and ask fer a Dance.” “Tis music I hear when You speak in Me ears. An’ flowers do grow upon the Path that You walk.” “Yes, I’ve Loved many a time, but seems...wi’out reason, or rhyme. An’ maybe, jus’ maybe, I’m giv’n One More Time.” .... And upon the blanket in evenin’ Sun, did the Gypsy and the Lady exchange Their Love. ~~~the Tropical Gypsy~~~

Hello, from Afar!

Catchy Title, no doubt! Ehn! Been awhile since I've written and need to catch up! This time will be dif, however,..I'm posting my Poems and Short Stories as well. The Short stories will be "true" snippets of things that have happened in my Life. I will try to present them as they were at the time...sad, funny, or insightful. All in All..."tis my Journey!" Thank you coming and hope to entertain You as always!!! ~~~the Tropical Gypsy~~~

Uncontrolled Intention

"Uncontrolled Intention"

Is what I’m struggling toward. “I wish to meet my Nemesis, headlong!”
I wish to know why I was brought into this World, “Unintentional”...
and yet, my Life has been a struggle of “Intent”.
Sadly, “Without thought, Without purpose, but Inhibited”.

Parables.

And now my Art has found a “Path for Exploration”. How I approach
and if I enter this “Avenue” will be “Intentional”.
But! To “Create that which is Uncontrolled” will be my challenge!
“Without thought. Without purpose. Without inhibition.”

From my Art have I expressed the “Awkwardness of Life”. Mine.
And from the moment I could express my “feelings thru eye and hand”
upon paper, canvas, wood,...it was All unintended, uncontrolled...
No, uncontrollable.

Quandary.

In the past were the “Rituals” of destroying my works. Change.
Some were “rescued” before they “met the fire”, by Friends.
However, for quite some time I have not destroyed my Work.
Looking at it daily, pondering, wondering, admiring and asking
myself, “What next and when?”

My existing Art is the result of years of practice, experience and
exploration. Too, it is hard to express in words “what has been created”.
For at the time “I was ready” my feelings took control of my hands
and the “End Result?”...no idea. As with it All. But was it?
A simple sketch, a visual, sometimes these are my “catalyst”.

And now I wish to “go beyond”. I wish to create from “Uncontrolled,
Unintended and Uninhibited realms where I have struggled to
remain apart. I wish to create “That which I Loath”...
a Piece (for want of a better phrase) of Crap!
The result? Canvas and paint, period.

But, can I? I created one piece...and now “I like it!”
“It’s not supposed to work that way!”
A Piece created from an intentional painting upon an
intentional painting and finally...”abandonment and fun!”

Challenge.

Disenfranchised

It has been many Elections I have seen in my life, but NONE BY FAR excel the childish rants, taunts and "poo-slinging" of these so-called Political Hopefuls! I REFUSE TO VOTE! I cannot contribute to an "already-bought an' paid for" President. Doesn't matter WHO becomes Prez...fact is, I KNOW nuthin's gonna change, get better and "life as we know it"...kiss it goodbye!
Slap my hands for not voting, but as I said I have witnessed the Poli-Bureau's rise to Power. At this moment they "chisel away" our Freedoms. It's sad...the Majority of people in this Country are fucking blind to the "rape and pillaging" happening every day! The TRUTH!?! There is only THEIR TRUTH! They control the media, the finances, wealth and power of each and everyone one of us.
What to do?....I dunno. I'll get back with ya!
In the meanwhile, enjoy the CIRCUS!

2012...Happy New Year from the WMUA & Tropical Gypsy

Mid month! 2012 no doubt! Sucha fuckedup 2011, glad t'see yer ass go! A D I O S! Y'know there comes a time in all our lives when y'jus' gotta "shuck shit" and fergitaboutit! Been a long time that I addressed this Blogsite...too fuckin' long! Sorry about the Neandertal Expletives, but I jus' gotta venti! An' here's m'vent:
This might b'personal t'some o'you folkes out there and I know y'all have good reason behind yer opinions, but in MY life there are principles! Those principles have got my ass in a few tidal pools and then again, w'out 'em...I wouldn' b'the person danglin' from this "Big Blue Orb" that I am.
Touchy subject 'bout those young Marines "pissing" on the dead bodies o'Taliban. Very touchy I'm findin'. Me, I find it WRONG! I've expressed this on Facebook and have met quite a bit o'opposition. As to b'expected. Especially from those "Who Have Served" in our Armed Forces. I don't have the right, first of all, to even believe "I know what they've been thru, or goin' thru!" I've never been in the Military and proud of it! Some o'you might b'obit "ruffled" 'bout that, but this IS AMERICA, LAND O'THE FREE! Right? And I'm hearin' some o'you sayin', "Without a Military, you wouldn't have yer FREEDOM, ASSHOLE!" Right you are. You have earned that right to b'angered w'me. And those Who have fallen in battle, byallmeans, I do respect your "sacrifice" and respect those Families who have lost a loved one in Battle. But, if one could "crawl inside" m'mind to understand how I feel about WAR as a whole...ain' happnin' too soon, I reckon.
Let me git back to the young Soldier's "pissin' on those carcasses". I feel contempt for those individuals doin' the pissin'! First, they've not only "setback" oppotunity to resolve this "Campaign" (it's not a WAR! never been declared!), but they've literally "pissed" on the Citizens of this Country! If y'can't figger it out, well then yer more of a moron than I. I don't give a shit about someone tellin' me War is Hell! And I sure as hell don't give a ratsass about someone tellin' me "y'ain' been in my shoes!" Have YOU once considered that maybe, jus' maybe that "we are"? I mean, "when you go, someone goes with you." FAMILY, FRIENDS, a COMMUNITY. WE ALL GO WITH YOU! Dif'rence is, "you've got a gun. You've got someone tellin' you that, "yer chances o'bein' killed t'day are at an alltime hi!" Now, don' tell me yer lookin' forward t'that! Don't tell me yer not thinkin', This might not have been a good choice!" Don't tell me yer proud o'goin t'someone else's country, sittin' in their backyard wi' gunfire ricochetin' all aroun' ya, watchin' the family inside th'house gittin' killed cause o' SOMEONE ELSE'S INABILITY TO COMMUNICATE IN A CIVILISED FASHION is a good thing!! Don' tell me that yer NOT thinkin' 'bout yer wife n kids sittin' back home waitin' fo' one o' two things; YOU, or a LETTER!
This Country that yer "dyin' for" has been in reckless campaigns for generations! All in the name of FREEDOM? Right now this "clusterfuck" in the Middle East reminds me of the fuckin' CRUSADES! CHRISTIAN & MUSLIM! We been WARRING with each other for over 1000 years! CAN YOU FATHOM THAT?! 1000 YEARS! I have to ask, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Is it ME?! Or does this sound INSANE?! This is a RELIGIOUS WAR fought on both sides! Don' tell me it'sa "Jihad" thing! It's a CHRISTIAN thing as well...right? "GOD n COUNTRY"! Idiots! Mindfuckin' idiots! And our "son's n daughter's" are told "Daddy has t'do this for your FREEDOM". SERIAL?!
VietNam...who won? Was it a stalemate? "Hmmm...no signs of any Godless Commies"...might b'okay." ARE YOU FUCKIN' KIDDING ME?! Allow m'to vent again! VietNam was a French Colony. The Vietnamese people were subjects. Now, how would ya' feel if one morn' y'woke up n saw a bunch a "baguettes" sittin' in yer face when you were accustomed t'breakfast, yer way?! The French colonised VietNam for it's strategic location an' resources. One day someone (Vietnamese) asked, "Why?"...After that came "INSURRECTION"..."ooh, bad!" Bad for the French, they got their arses kicked at Dien Bien Phu. The VietCong (the North) had enough of "someone else's haute couture". The dividin' line made it the North vs. the South.."how does that always happen? Not East vs West?! confusin'..."Ah but, Wait! I hear the sounds o'money clinkin' in someone's hands!"
INVESTOR'S saw an opportunity figgerin' the VietCong were weak and iliterate, ill equiped, etc. So, some U.S. investors met with S'Vietnamese officials (military...hmm) an' said, "We'll bring in some men t'protect yer asses IF you agree to givin' us somethin' in return!" The rest is History. Thousands o'lives lost...lives shattered, homes shattered, businesses gone...and that's the Vietnamese side I'm talkin' 'bout! Over here we had thousands o' live lost, shattered, riots, unrest...an' it goes on.
In the end, did we "REALLY HAFTA WORRY 'BOUT COMMUNISM?!" NO! NO! NO! The Vietnamese only wanted ONE THING! The ONE THING this country decrys all over the world, FREEDOM! They wanted THEIR COUNTRY back!
I've vented enuff. I've "stepped on" some toes. I'm an ass and an idiot! As stated earlier, "a man of priciples". They're "my principles". I believe ALL war is wrong. People should have the "Right" to live without fear, oppression. Yes, We DO NEED a Military to PROTECT US from invasion, but when WE "become the Invaders", I hafta question what is right an' what is wrong. 9/11...a long time ago. To date we've gone FAR BEYOND the death toll in the Two Towers that morn'. We've accomplished upseating a Tyrant and killing a Man so Elusive even his own Army didn't know his whereabouts, leaving behind a country in turmoil. And now, we are in Afghanistan...and Pakistan.
Look at it on the Global Map...Kuwait, Iraq, Afghanistan..."where next?" I daresay if we fuck with Iran, the World as We know it will change forever! Iran, once PERSIA was the "seat of modern Civilisation...thousands of years before we were speakin' english and runnin' t'WalMart fer cheap "Made in China" goods, they had a system of Gov't the Greeks admired an' copied. The Iranian Government seems unstable to us, because WE have created INSTABILITY.
And when We condone "pissing" on the enemy when DEAD, "how far have We come as a Species?" I don't care if a miltary General says, "War is Hell." How can WE, as a NATION OF GOD sit idly by and say, "They did it to us! Even worse!" That to me is the difference..."Rise Above It". You've defeated your foe, You have killed! Let it end there!
...and the Crusades continues....

How Y'all Doin'?

"How Y'all Doin'?" If there is something about the English language I find so itriguing it is dialect! I love a good "Southern Accent". I'm not talking about the one you'd hear Boomhower on King of the Hill speak with. Hell, I don't even think that's considered a Southern accent! However, I do love to listen to a Southern Belle speak it! Well educated, maybe some proper schooling background, etc....
Anyway, 'nuff of that tangent. I realise the last entry I made here was back in September. I think I lost myself on Facebook! LOL!! I've been using it to feel out the "crowds" to launch my Poetry this year. I'm very close to finishing the poems and have recently started illustrations for some of them. Poetry is something that had escaped me the last 30+ years. Life's changes certainly hit me "broadside" and the road to another life/lives began.
Poetry...I've a knack for writing it, always have. Creativity is my lifeforce. I think without it, I'd just pack it all up and be an Accountant...sorry! But, there is something about using words to relate emotion. In high school I was constantly picked on by the bigger boys, the tougher boys, because "I was small"! I graduated weighing 113 pounds! I grew AFTER I graduated! I studied the dictionary in depth, learning a new word each day, one I knew the "bullies" would never understand (wasn't too hard) and a sort of "mental distraction". As it turned out, most people thought I was a snob! Who'da thunk?! It did, on the other hand fuck with the "bullies" heads and...I got slammed in lockers, thrown in trash cans all the same!
That dictionary did help with my "command of the english language". It did impress some people and other's...well, they thought I was a snob. WTF?!? Words have been my "Safety Net". Growing up I was a very small lad...weak, skinny, constantly getting my ass kicked and constantly giving up my dessert from the lunch pail. I remember in elementary school all the fights I was in my ass was kicked, but to make matters worse, I'd get sent to the principal's office, reprimanded and sometimes paddled for "Starting A Fucking Fight!" How messed up is that?! Maybe the Principal got a "kick outa beatin' a lil' boy's butt!" Perv!
Well anyway, years later and here I am and able to kick ass! Sometimes a "dog bites back". But, that's not me...I'm a "Lover not a Fighter". Which reminds, I'm really startin' to wonder what the hell happened?,..cause I "ain't had a piece o' ass in a looooong time!" Sorry, blatant honesty never looked good in print. Back to my ramblin's; It has been over 30 years since I wrote and back then it "just flowed". I think, because I was happy, in love and diggin' life as a teenager! Recently as several months ago, "out of the blue", it returned. At first I was perplexed, because the "pen" just wrote down what I was feeling...again, it "flowed". The more I wrote I realised I was writing FOR and ABOUT someone. That someone happened to be a young woman I had met on Facebook. I dedicated them to her, but did not want her to know it and to keep her anonimity. Thus, my "Muse" was borne. And the writing's came more and more. As I grew into my writing's I had begun to realise, without my "Muse's" knowledge, I was falling in Love. Problem was, she did not know it and was totally unprepared for my "dedication".
We were "Skyp'ing" one another. Each time we would have our encounter's I would notice something more I adored in her! Her smile! Her laughter! Her accent! I was mezmerised! And as time passed our conversations became more relaxed, "as lover's do". "In my mind, at least." And then it came to pass, as these matter's of the heart will do, that I blundered! I made a fool of myself! I professed my feelings and she,..she was caught "off guard! I hurt not only myself, but she as well. She was innocent a to my passions. I was considered a friend, an "Internet Friend", nothing more and to think there could have been, looking back...how foolish I was. And in the end, not only did everything become difficult (I had made it that way thru my inabilty to behave as an adult), but I had lost a friend. With it as well, my poetry has begun to falter.
I do have enough emtion and feeling whereas I can "wing it" and produce more, but I know they will not be the same as when I had my "Muse". Things in Life are someimes left unexplained as to try to understand...I leave this post with several poem's I had written for her. Until then, My Friends..."I'll be back."
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"Each time I see You, Your smile, hear Your laughter, I crave more. Words drift by and I smell the sweetness of each inflection as it lies gently upon my ears. Your Beauty could never launch a thousand ship's, for all on shore would not leave. Time is as it never was and will never be, I am at peace in my Heart each time I see You."
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"You", a light in my Heart, a Face of such Beauty I blush. Your smile melts my very Soul. Your laughter lifts me to heights I see Heaven. Yet, I cannot touch You. I cannot tell You of what lies within, for I am but one, afraid. "You" are my Dream and I should never wish to awaken from "the light in my Heart".
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My Heart quickens when I see Your face, It sings when I hear Your voice and dances with each syllable You inflect. My Heart races when You laugh! Your pensive frowns, Your tongue against Your soft lips, I am enamoured! All this and more...my Heart is Yours.